"Man, you are a mountain!" Greg exclaimed, having heard Sam's latest stats. It never dawned on him that just days before, he had heard much different, larger numbers. The Sam of those days had been wiped by history, replaced now with a smaller Sam.
Sam chugged back his beer, and Brian once again watched the gigantic arm in awe. Sam handed the empty beer bottle back to Brian, and smirked, seeing his housemate swooning over him. Sam stretched a bit, making sure to accentuate his arm and leg muscles even more. He looked down at his legs, and for a second he could have sworn he had seen the cuffs of his sweatpants recede back, tightening a little around his ankles. Must be the beer at work, he thought.
Sam's attention returned to the flickering television set, where the bodybuilding competition was still going on. He was bored watching these puny men pretending to be such big shots. "This is lame!"
"You bored, Sammy?" Greg asked.
"Fuck, yeah!" Sam glanced around the room at his roommates, noticing each of their eyes filled with lust. "Ha! Which one of you runts want to entertain me?"
There was a quiet pause as each guy thought about what to do. Sam grew restless; as always, he'd have to come up with his own plan.
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